THUG LIFE

Fucked Up Start

See this story might come off as biased since im telling my own life story. So lets just start off by being honest im human and who ever reading this is as well. We all made mistakes and im not scared to admit mine. At least for the most part you'll soon see what i mean. Just look into my mind and tell me what you see. Is it my fault for the way i turned out? Did i ever have chance to be happy? Lets find out.

Before Life:
Im not from any were special just plain old Indianapolis, Indiana. Born in September 5, 1998. Thing is my problems started before i was concieved. My dad was always conflicted, he was always a womanizer. With even worse labels attached to him similar to caution signs. All his success came from him being a book with a good cover. Let alone thats all the ladies could see. Even my mom fell for it of course, or i wouldn't be here. Now about her life, she grew up like most African American children in the 80's and 90's. Average life from what she tells me. Only difference was her parents my grand parents ran a foster home. So she grew up with non-biological siblings. After my mom turned 18 thats when life changed. Guess what happened? I happened, and thats because she meet my dad. This all happened at a beauty salon/barbershop my dad owned. See my moms foster sister was going there for a while and she brought my mom one day. Lets say they hit it off pretty fast cause my mom had me a month before her birthday. They had just meet each other! Told you my dad has game. What he didn't tell my mom besides i love you: was im married, im not 20 im 30, i have 6 kids that my wife does'nt know about, im a pedophile and im a drug dealer. See my dads like an internet pop ad "Claim your free ipad today all you have to do is give us your social security number." To damn good to be true. Lets see how this plays out when im born. First one more thing thats only half of the issues before i came out keep that in mind.

First Birthday:
Look im im not gone talk much like i remember coming out of the womb. What i do know is that before my moms 9 months of emotional and phyiscal depression was up. My mom was deciding my name off of the NBA Playoffs with the Chicago bulls. You can prolly already guess who won and who im named after. So i had a name before i came out. Even though people were telling my mom to not have me she was stupid enough to do it. Knowing she could'nt take care of me. Mean while my dads whipping up new kids like brownies. So busy in fact on my birthday that coward was no were to be seen. My grandparents were there though from what i was told. This is all i know though from my prior knowledge.